
The women stared
knowingly at the painting
The sailboats made
for seafaring
all of them docked
floating in the bay

The women stared
knowingly at the painting
The sailboats made
for seafaring
all of them docked
floating in the bay
We came here
for the view
Some call it
perspective
Even on the cold slopes
there were signs
of life. Pine trees
marched up the trail
blocked the snowy
wind
We beheaded the greats
made them small enough
to mount on the wall
We know they are dead
but sometimes their eyes
follow us to the bookshelf
look over our shoulder
when we pull an old title
After the panic attack
in the cave, I was
too shaken to drive
So we rode the boat
down the Green River
All I could think about
were the people who died
something fast
something beautiful
It wasn’t a train wreck
per se, just two blue
engines in a standoff
waiting to see who
would make the first move
are slowly dying out
casinos keep them alive
Locals wage their paychecks
Strangers make bets
on riverboats hoping
for a win, leaving
with empty wallets
shaking the die
rolling again and again